pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.
"Y'know, I love piles of leaves and jumping into them, but this is the one issue with them!" Rory is giggling as she plucks several leaves out of her mom's hair.
❝ uh huh— that and some of us are getting like, SUUUUPER old, kid. ❞ lorelai exaggerates, groaning for effect as she pushes herself up to sit with her elbows and then pulls rory back up with her. there's of course some truth to the fact she's not a teenager anymore and her back didn't take the tradition quite as well as it used to in her youth, but she is — as always — being incredibly dramatic about it all.
scrambling at her hair to pull out some of the remaining leaves herself, she stops at her roots with widened eyes and gasped. ❝ hey, you didn't see any greys when you were pulling out those leaves, did you? ❞
